(Author's Note: All Rights Reserved. All sex participants are 18 or more. This is a fun story; No sad, wimpy cucks or bitch burnings here.)
Elsa
My name is Jackie McBride. I'm sort of an ordinary guy, except I like to think I'm special where the ladies are involved. Unfortunately, my former wife, Luna, took exception to my having an affair with Betsy Steeples, whose husband was quite unhappy, also. Betsy blamed all the problems on me, and that was the end of the affair. It was also the end of my marriage. Luna got the house, which she promptly sold for the equity. I got half the furniture, which was too much for my apartment. My landlord had an apartment which he wanted to rent furnished, and he agreed to pay a nominal sum to rent my excess furniture. It was slightly better than putting the furniture in storage, and I figured the apartment residents wouldn't treat it much worse than letting it rot in a non-climate-controlled storage unit.
My apartment was diagonally across the hall, from the apartment which contained the furniture I was renting out. I noticed the door was halfway open and decided to steal a look at my investment furniture. There was a guy and a gal inside. The guy caught my eye and came over to introduce himself.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Mike O'Toole. Pleased to meet you."
I responded, "Hey! I'm Jackie McBride. Technically you're using some of my furniture."
"Oh, sorry about that. The landlord said the furniture was included."
"No problem. I'm renting the furniture to the landlord, so he could rent it to you. So, you're okay."
"Good. We're a little tight for money right now. Oh, yes, this is Elsa, my girlfriend. She's a bit shy."
Elsa had her back turned toward me. She briefly turned her head, gave a sort of crooked half smile, and went back to whatever she was doing. I invited Mike and Elsa to my place for pizza the next night.
Mike was very solicitous of Elsa, but they seemed to be mismatched personality wise. Mike seemed to be almost as outgoing as I was, while I would characterize Elsa as being painfully shy. I could tell that she was very involved with Mike, because she was constantly glancing at him. I think I made eye contact with her about three times throughout the whole evening. About a week later, they invited me to their place for a casserole that Elsa had prepared. For the next few months, we would exchange dinners two or three times a month and say hi in the hall.
I liked Mike, and even invited him over to a poker game that rotated to my house every couple of months. He seemed to get along okay with the other guys.
I was surprised when he told me that he and Elsa were new in town and hadn't made a lot of friends and would I be willing to be his best man in their small wedding, which would be very informal. It was a couple of weeks off. He told me that it would mostly be his and Elsa's families, all of whom would be coming from out of town. Then he told me that Elsa wanted to have a bachelorette party. That was a little confusing. Why did I care? He explained further that she wanted me to attend. I had never heard of guys coming to the bachelorette party, at least as part of a plan. He told me more - that I would be the entertainment. I was getting more and more confused. Finally, it became comprehensible when he further explained, "Elsa had never been with a man other than me. She wanted to experience that before we got married. So, if you agree, she'll come over to your place for her 'bachelorette party'."
I didn't know what to say. He explained further, "I'm cool with it. She's so shy that she'll probably never get another chance. She's been reading women's magazines and decided she didn't want to die not knowing what it would be like to have sex with another man, that is, a man other than myself."
"Okay," I said, "I'm game. Are both of you sure about this?"
"Absolutely. I'd feel bad about anything else. Jackie, she never asks me for anything. There is no way I could refuse her this. Most of the women I've dated, have been with countless men. I'm sure you've had similar experiences. She is literally pure as driven snow. All I can say is, please be gentle with her."
"So, what's the plan?"
Mike informed me, "She'll come over to your place around 7 Friday night. She'll bring her nightie and wants to change into it, before doing anything. I have to tell you; you may not get to see her naked. I was banging her for three or four weeks, before she would let me see her nude. Bring her back when you're finished. The time is up to you. I think she needs to be back here by 6 am to avoid any embarrassing questions from her family or mine."
Elsa was slender and had her curves in the right places; the curves just weren't voluptuous enough for her to get many second looks on the street. I consider her to be a mousy bit, partly because she was so shy. It was our third or fourth dinner, I think, before she even spoke directly to me. She had given me no indication that she had any interest in me, prurient or otherwise. Still her dark hair and dark eyes contrasted nicely with her light skin. She had a quiet womanly sexiness about her. Well, anything for my friends. I was looking forward to seeing her naked and out of control in my bed. I was confident that I would be able to accomplish both objectives.
It seemed like 7 p.m. would never come, but finally, it came and went. Around 7:15, she knocked timidly on my door. As usual, she had on dark knee-length shorts and a dark long-sleeved blouse.
"Hello, Elsa!" I greeted her warmly.
"Hi, Jackie. Thanks for doing this," she told me in her usual shy and low voice. I had never talked to her a lot. When the three of us got together, the conversation flow was mostly back and forth between me and Mike with occasional interactions between her and Mike.
"You're looking good, Elsa!" I replied.
"Can I use your bathroom to change," she asked, diffidently.
"Sure, let me check." I made one last cursory review for dirty underwear on the floor and so forth.
It took her a while to change. When she appeared, it was in a baby doll negligΓ©e. I got to see almost all of her nice legs for the first time.
I asked, "Can I get you a drink, juice, beer, wine, I've got it all."
She replied, again in a low voice, "Jackie, what I would like most right now would be a hug and a kiss."
I embraced her and kissed her on her soft, moist, slightly cool lips. She seemed to like it, so I came back and gave her some tongue. I rubbed her back and then her buttocks. "Would you like to see my bedroom?" I asked.